My hands, bloody and bruised,
My eyes stare, so confused,
“Do you know you’ve been abused?
I can help, please don’t refuse.”
His touch, so cold.
His body, centerfold.
His smile, so bold.
To me, I was sold.
But I was under control
There’s affliction to the mind,
An affliction to the mind.
Dysphoria in my world,
I laid down all curled,
He beat me until I hurled,
Felt like it was netherworld.
They hug me, so sweet,
Help me into my seat,
The doctors try hard to treat,
My life feels like a cheat.
His work was incomplete.
There’s affliction to the mind,
An affliction to the mind.
I stood for me,
He laughed, so carefree.
I screamed, “Quit controlling me!”
He laughed, said, “Find the key.”
I became the killer bee.
Finally set free!
There’s affliction to the mind,
An affliction to the mind.
You’re officially resigned.